Ponderable polemics, poetic

WordPress site of poet Mark Lucker

northern Minnesota

  • Trivium

    I It was here that I found myself – as much as one teenager can It was here that I tallied a notable string of personal firsts, nails hammered logs split fish caught girl loved cars driven stick shift, mastered full beer drunk jukebox played girl kissed Held her hand, first Pristine milieu for my Read more

  • The package

    My mom found the dead chipmunk I had brought home from the lake. It was the end of the summer I was ten; the stripe-tailed rodent had come home at peace in a blue and black JC Penney shoebox I said contained ‘stuff.’ He sure looked stuffed. A car – or maybe Ivar’s Jeep – Read more